Diversity「A Random Book 」

drive

my foot pressed firmly against the gas, i cannot stop

the world speeds by, ever moving on, my eyes catch glimpses,

other cars—some slower than me, stopping by to say hello

cars veering off the road, cars resting to stop forever,

cars driving backward, cars moving in ways foreign and unknown—

i wish i could say my eyes are focused on the road,

but in truth, i cannot remove my foot from the pedal,

no matter how often my eyes stray, to a brightly colored car,

speeding off into the distance, the sounds of music following,

or to a pure black car, getting a slower and slower as cars pile up behind—

i cannot stop, even i though a try to pull back, to see these cars,

to know their drivers, to keep their drivers, no one accompanies my speed

and yet for all my speed, i am not ahead—how can that be?

perhaps i take too many roads at once, or go off on other roads,

only to return to the original having missed so much—

perhaps a car crash, perhaps a finish line, perhaps a new color,

i only see glimpses of their aftereffects—a damaged car,

a missing car, and different car whom i can no longer identify,

i try to focus on my road, my eyes wander,

i try to match the pace of another, my foot only pressed harder,

i try to approach a long-distant car, they only drive faster,

faster and faster and faster,

until we reach an end,

 i do not know